During couture week in Paris (and in between rainstorms) earlier this summer I managed to snap a few shots of the lovely, and super stylish Evangelie, wearing this beautiful Valentino lace dress. It’s unreal, and truly humbling, to get the opportunity to work with some of the people you admire the most. If you haven’t discovered the brilliant Evangelie yet (or seen our previous shoot together), you’ve been missing out. Her style and photos blow my mind every single time.
For more photos and complete outfit details, please hop on over to Evangelie’s blog.
I’m just going to let you know that this will probably be my last August in Paris. Like ever. Since moving to this city I’ve heard people speaking about August in Paris with both excitement and fear – I’ve been warned to have all my plumbing and electricity problems pre August since apparently it’s nearly impossible to find any sort of “handyman” once the month of French vacations starts in this country. But I’ve also been told that it’s one of the most relaxing and calm times you’ll ever have during the entire year here. Well, after investigating more thoroughly myself I can safely say that this does not apply to those who live in very centre of the city. The Parisians might have fled the French capital for their Corsican beach houses, St. Tropez hideouts and Provence country homes but they’ve been replaced by a trillion more tourists who all roam the streets of Paris from early morning to late evening, taking up every single inch of the sidewalks with their maps and ice cream cones in hand.
Not only is the centre taken over by tourists during this time, all of my favourite restaurants, cafés, shops and bars have also decided to close up and (most of them) not open until the end of the month or beginning of September. So, deciding on where to meet clients and friends for lunch, dinner or simply a cup of coffee has just gotten a lot more challenging than usual (thank god for Fondation Cafe and La Caféothèque right now). *
I blame this (unusual) negativity of mine on the lack of summer here in Paris. I mean, if we’d have stable weather and sunshine instead of rain, wind and endless grey clouds in the sky I’m pretty sure we could have put all of those pretty Parisian parks to good use with picnics and fun summer activities. Perhaps what I mean is “I’ll never spend the month of August in Paris again unless it’s super sunny and amazing weather”. Although that could be pretty hot (and claustrophobic) without any sort of coast or water close by… Hmm. To sum it up, I think it’s better that I just stay away from Paris in August in the future.
* But yes, it can actually be easier to grab a chair at your favourite terrace during this time and some areas (if you get away from the tourist attractions and the main streets) can be absolutely deserted and calm.
I usually come back home with memory cards completely overfilled with photos from a sunny, colourful and charming Rome, but not this time. Unfortunately I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked but the reason to this was simply because I was having so much fun I almost forgot that I was supposed to bring my camera with me (which seems like a valid reason, if any). It’s always easier to remember to bring your phone along and therefor my Instagram was flooded by pictures from my vacation instead. Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing something else than Paris through my Instagram lens during the last couple of weeks.
Rome is a city that screams happiness. People take their time to enjoy, stop to chat in the middle of the streets, value good food more than most other things and drink wine before noon – much like Paris you might think? No, Rome is very different from our beloved Paris, in both good ways and bad (although I’ve still not figured out what the bad ways would be). After walking along cobblestone streets exploring Monti, Trastevere and the oldest part of the city and passing colourful buildings on my way, I had lost track of how many times I was greeted with a smile and “boungiorno signorina” by complete strangers. Something that wouldn’t happen on the Parisian métro, I’m sure.
After spending one day on the back of Annie’s scooter, seeing Rome in the best way possible (and something that simply is a must if you’re heading to the Italian capital), eating an obscene amount of pasta and supplì, dancing the night away under starry skies and celebrating dear friends, and new friendships, I was convinced: I’m moving to Rome.
This realisation did not solely come to me because I’m madly in love with the city (and that beautiful language) but also because it’s not until you leave Paris you actually realise what you’ve (subconsciously) been missing. Don’t panic, I don’t see a move to Roma in the near future at the moment but someday I’ll definitely have to try my luck for a little while in the land of pizza, gorgeous men and wine.
Only a few days (ok, maybe a little bit more than that) have passed and I’m already longing to go back to the beach, sea and spend days with my feet buried deep in the sand. These
vacations trips always seem to last too short. Luckily I can still remember that salty water, the wind in my hair and sun on my cheeks thanks to a few photos and a few extra freckles. Hopefully it won’t be too long until I see the horizon again…
After spending a few days on the beach with my feet buried deep in the sand it was nice to switch it up with some watermelon slices, ice tea and time by the pool together with my little sister. Funnily enough a longing for Paris and my new apartment started to creep up on me just after a few days and then, as soon as I left Terracina to spend a couple of days in Rome, the longing for the beach, sea and days by the pool replaced it. Isn’t that always how it goes? Now I could give anything to be back on that sunbed, drinking my cappuccino while looking out over the sea. But Rome is pretty awesome too, so I shouldn’t complain at all. Until next year Terracina!
My home away from home while in Terracina is the beautiful Hotel Poseidon, where these photos were taken.
Ice tea and days spent by the pool, I can’t get enough of this.
There’s not much else being done over here in Italy than eating, sleeping and laying on the beach (add playing around in the sea and a crazy amount of pizza to this equation) – which is perfectly fine by me. Terracina, a small town an hour or two south of Rome, is where my family and I come each year to relax and enjoy the Italian sun. It just happens to be so that some of the loveliest people in the world also lives here, which makes the trip even more brilliant and something I long for each summer.
During the last couple of days my biggest concerns have been deciding on what to eat for lunch and if I have enough energy to get up an cool down in the water. I spend the mornings working and afterwards I make my way down to the beach where I drink my morning coffee with my feet buried deep in the sand. I try to study French (with audiotapes thanks to the lovely Hana) while sunbathing and flick through magazines I bought at the airport in Paris when I need a little break. I stay on my sunbed until the light gets all golden and soft, eat dinner with family and friends under a sky with more stars than I’ve ever seen in Paris before and enjoy a gelato together with a few too many glasses of prosecco before snuggling up in my bed, only to do it all over again the next day. To say that I’m enjoying myself is an understatement.